I had an odd dream last night. Sometimes my dreams reflect what I want in reality: a dream about going to the washroom means I really need to go; a dream about visiting friends means I miss them. What about a dream about food? I got a mixed message last night. I dreamt that I prepared a nice sandwich. I put a few slices of ham on some bread, added a slice of baby swiss and then stuck it in a toaster oven to melt the cheese into bubbly perfection. When I went to retrieve my delightful snack, I found the crushed corpse of a huge cockroach near the sandwich. My dad, who had killed the cockroach, said that it had come from inside the bread of the sandwich. I'm still confused: was I hungry last night or not?